2 Many Klocks DB.Boutabag

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
I'm 'bout a bag, ain't gotta ask me

[Verse 1]
These niggas can't deny nothin', this Boutabag shit acceptable (So acceptable)
I make some calls, nigga, and you are not irrefutable
I done made a hundred K off streams, let's be technical
And if the bitch got some chips, then I'm textin' her
She wanna see me finger fuck these bands, it's like sex to her
I only want the face, don't want the rest of her
If I can knock a bitch, then I knock the bitch next to her
She ain't 'bout a bag, you ain't gon' hear about me sextin' her
Pocket finna grab my whole chest, it's a wrestler
She said them sack niggas weak, I'm the best to her
Well, bitch, I want the best head, I want your neck to hurt
And I just put on all my chains and my neck gon' hurt

[Chorus]
Niggas postin' them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin'
They say I smoke too many klocks, I just can't dismiss it
Thinkin' 'bout them days, mama trippin', nigga, wash the dishes
These niggas see I'm 'bout a bag, it ain't no competition
Niggas postin' them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin'
They say I smoke too many klocks, I just can't dismiss it
Thinkin' 'bout them days, mama trippin', nigga, wash the dishes
These niggas see I'm 'bout a bag, it ain't no competition